Spinning & Killing

Gang, bitch, I'm on a whole 'nother level, you feel me? Alright Mac, run it back for 'em Yo' Choppa let it flop I said, I'm on my cool shit, huh, I really been chilling (Yeah I been chilling) Got them red rum killers on that shit, they ready for the killing (Gang) Put his body in the grave, you know we really digging (Haha) Bitch out here sucking dick, she a hoe, cause that's what it's giving (That's what it's giving) Pop out with that switch, don't you run, we goin' get 'em blitzed (Yessir) The way on how he lagged outside his life, we goin' call him "Glitch" You want the hoe or you want the other one? Nigga, bitch, you gotta pick (Yeah you gotta pick) Yeah, bitch, you hear me talking my shit, but this is not a diss (At all) I told that bitch, "Come fuck with a real nigga, don't fuck with no losers" (Haha) All you niggas pawns inside my game, you just another user Sliding in that Hellcat real fast, this is not a cruiser Yeah, bitch, I'm never paying for no beat, bitch, I'm my own producer (Grrah, boom, boom, boom) Posted up, with the COR 45, I'm a real trooper Bitch, I'm really getting fame off this music, I don't need no viewers (Gang, gang, gang gang) All these niggas typing on the net, y'all type with y'all computers Plain Jane, and ap's on my hand, bitch you a whole intruder (Intruder) We goin rock out like guitar's, you know he ain't make it far (At all) Gave that bitch some dick one time, she asking "what we are?" Bitch, I got a brain to pick with you, I'ma put it in a jar (Put it in a jar) Bitch, we getting these opps knocked off, this shit is real bizarre (Yeah it's bizarre) My main goal is to become a mother fuckin' superstar Yeah, bitch, I'm really spitting on this mic, I'm spitting hella bars Posted up with the AK, got some extra crowbars (Yessir) Put a opp inside the spliff, we smoke his ass like a cigar Yeah, we finna rock out on these niggas, we is on the come up Bitch taking all this dick, we goin fuck till the sun up (Sun up) Choppa with a knife on this bitch, we goin get them cut up Glock with an extension too bitch, we finna fill the drum up (Yes we is) Yeah I told that dumbass nigga, "I wish you run up" Bitch, we put yo' man's inside the grave, just go ahead and get em dug up, bitch talking way to much shit I told her "Shut the fuck up", man you lame ass niggas never upped the sco' we always one up Yessir, on gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, nigga